A few weeks ago, I posted about perspective. Since then I have made some adjustments.
I have to ride from my place to the city no later than 5:10 am if I'm to catch the train; however, I am not much into rushing, so I really have to leave by 5. Departing by 5 allows for a cappuccino at Alen's Espresso, which is run by a clever man who sees good business in opening early while there is a 3-year construction project going on across the street. He probably does as much business in the hour before he officially opens as he does in the first hour after.
I used to warm up to Wii Fit Plus and EA Active before I took off. My dogs were settling. It made no sense. I'm the type who looks at the dessert menu before I order my mains in what I call my belly-budget. Why am I putting hard work before play? Now the dogs get a walk at 3:50-4:00, depending on my morning 'tude.
What's it like outside at that time? Unbelievably bright. Too bright. Instead of bitching about daylight before sparrow's fart, I'm pretending I'm still out with two men with tight asses and hairy legs:
And what else have I adjusted? Storage space. Here's my latest bike swag. I now have a purse for the rack, which will allow me to use the side bag for my laptop, book, stitching project, and whatnot. The rack purse is also more practical for quick rides around town when all I really want to do is spread my fabulosity.
The bag has a shoulder strap that folds neatly on top of the zipper closure. I don't have to have a bike-only bag. I walked with the purse in clutch form to the Coorparoo Markets (no link because their website was designed by a granny at free-to-anyone class at some underfunded library) and returned with it as a shoulder bag, which allowed me to carry a bag of fresh frootinveg and a cup from coffee boys with a sense of humour:
He said that he forgot "expresso" and "just a coffee". Who said that Saints couldn't have a sense of humour?
Back to my bag. Before I sound too shallow, I bought only two things on Black Friday–gifts for a boy of 15 and a girl of 6 from the Operation Kinder Community tree. Po Campo's bags are made in Chicago by people paid a living wage, and Cycle Style is a small business here in Australia, although in dreaded Magpie territory.
This side has a pocket that'll stash my wipey-swipey (Go Card) nicely. This is the Po Campo bag I got from Cycle Style. At first I wasn't keen on burnt orange. I have had a negative feeling about fall colours outside of a woodland landscape. It probably goes way back to the days when I had my favourite crayons. Burnt orange was never broken or even used down to the paper. Burnt orange was not the colour of choice. I did like the retro 70s lino look and I think I have to have a balance of bright and subdued. My two bike bags-slash-purses do not match. I'm sure that the fashion police will try to pull me over; however, I am quick with the pedals. The fashion police cannot catch me in their stilettos.